Last Word, Memoirs, Miscellany

The Coffee Post – 2


So now we get to The Great Coffee Crisis of 2017. In Part 1, I had introduced you to the lovely ladies who were so instrumental in driving me mental. Yes, these ladies created the crisis, consigned me to the consomme and a fate worse than death - instant coffee. They watched in stony silence… Continue reading The Coffee Post – 2

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Humour, Last Word, Miscellany

Evil Eyed Cherry


The other day I bought some cherries. Sunday, it was, yes, I remember well. I bought the cherries home and washed them and ate them and they were good. I also had occasion to visit a Bengali sweet shop and The Good Lady bought some kaancha chena. Literally translated it means "raw cottage cheese". With some… Continue reading Evil Eyed Cherry

Last Word, Miscellany

My Artistic Career


I just explored a new career possibility as a painter. Which should surprise you, no? So far, as you know, I have displayed no artistic ability at all. I've taken the odd photograph, yes, with a couple of photo essays. One was about spring and the other was about fall. I have even showed you shaky… Continue reading My Artistic Career

Last Word, Memoirs

Immigrant Tales – Arrival


This was my second ( or third, if you include the Nepal adventure ) foreign trip and I had much on my mind. This was my second trip to North America and the first hadn't exactly been a carefree and joyous one, if you remember. I don't think it is easy to describe the wealth… Continue reading Immigrant Tales – Arrival

Last Word, Memoirs, Travel

Immigrant Tales – Departure


Actually, the notes are not early. They're late. Late by about 19 years now, will be exactly 19 years late on the 2nd of June 2016. Yes, you are very correct in your maths. I arrived in the great country of Canada on the 2nd of June, 1997. ( Sorry. I wrote this when the post… Continue reading Immigrant Tales – Departure

Last Word, Recipes & Food

Immigrant Tales – Alien food


I think you all know by now, or should, that I moved countries. In fact, I moved continents. Not physically, no. No, not literally! That's impossible! I moved myself from one continent to the other nearly 2 decades ago. Whew! I'm glad we got that sorted out. Well, I had a request to write about… Continue reading Immigrant Tales – Alien food

Last Word, Memoirs

Summer of ’69


The story starts in the Summer of '79, actually, when My Beloved Bangalan and I were still unmarried but curious about each other. Mingling with the crowd just outside the Globe Cinema in Calcutta, I felt a tap on my shoulder and a female voice said, "Hi, how are you?" A sort of weak and… Continue reading Summer of ’69